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[The lazy movements on his head lull Toby into comfort and security, and he practically snuggles up, feeling good and cozy against the werewolf. He lets out a quiet hum before speaking.]

Mmm, yeah... he is. No worries, Drew; you are definitely number one on that list.

[He takes a deep breath and sits in pleasant silence for some moments until he pulls up his device.]

That reminds me, I didn't get something you wrote in the messages—who's Britney?

[That's so 90s, like Toby has any clue.]

[When he feels Toby finally relax against him he lets out his own soft sigh. He'd needed this for a while, comfortable companionship, a body against his, the intimacy of casual touches.]

Good to know, I'd be one sad puppy if y'said no. [He's smiling though until Toby asks that question and Drew's jaw drops slightly.]

Who's Britney, you're seriously askin' me who the hell Britney Spears is...? [His hand still in Toby's hair because this just wasn't cool.]

[Innocently and in all earnest,] Am I supposed to know who that is?

[Drew just looks sad.] Yeah, you are... damn vampires and their lack of pop culture. Y'all miss out on everythin'. [And now he's just going to take another reek on his joint.]

~~[He might actually know if he hadn't been dead.]~~

Hey... [He reassuringly runs his hand back and forth against Drew's thigh.] I don't know that it's something to get sad about. Can't you just catch me up, like how you explained hacking at the swear-in event?

[He just smiles then, he wasn't really sad per se, maybe just disappointed.]

She's a singer, got into it when she was just a kid and then went absolutely insane... there's no catchin' up on Britney Speers, you had to live through her.

Ah, damn. More's the pity. [He puts the device away, having addressed what he really didn't understand.] Should I have paid more mind to how many inches the pizza was? I simply ordered them large and meaty...

[He chokes out a laugh before squeezing Toby's shoulder.] I'm sure whatever amount of inches y'got are more than good enough. [He waggles his eyebrows as if to say there was a huge double entendre involved.]

[He realizes a little too late what he'd walked into, and laughs in response.]

Oh, Drew. I appreciate you vouching my adequacy. This apparently isn't a case of seeing is believing.

Hell y'could whip it out and confirm some details if y'wanted? [He nudges against him with a shoulder as if to egg him on.]

[While lazily shoving Drew back, he's clearly cracked up about it.]

Nice try, but not this time!

[He sighs, looking the picture of disappointment.]

Well damn, maybe I'll ask again in a couple hours, lull you into some kinda false sense of security.

[Feeling kinda bad about it, Toby frowns slightly but remains good-spirited.]

...But you just mentioned your scandalous plan aloud!

[He wasn't really disappointed but at least the act was working.]

I'm just never gonna make it as a super villain, am I? Givin' out all my secrets so quick.

Perhaps not, but you can't mean you've revealed all your secrets. [A small chuckle.] I know there's more to you that I haven't discovered.

[Like the thing where Drew can turn back into a human during the full moon he eventually learns about in the log following this...]

[He chuckles.] I'm an open book Toby, you've just gotta ask the right questions. [He grins nice and wide, squeezing an arm around Toby.] Y'should take advantage of the fact I ain't so in control of myself an' ask 'em.

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—If only I knew all the questions to ask. [Even being pulled close and tight against Drew, Toby finds himself grinning and feeling perfectly comfortable.] Then I might actually be capable of taking advantage of the situation.

[Though the reality is, he probably wouldn't be much good at taking advantage of it anyway. Not in any normal circumstance, that is; and so far, these are fairly normal circumstances so far as Toby's concerned.]

[He just smiles even wider.] Well hell, I can't go tellin' you the questions, kinda spoils the whole thing. [He flicks ash from the joint into a nearby ash tray, a painted clay thing he'd seen in a store before taking another long reek and passing it to Toby, he hadn't even bothered to ask if the vampire could get affected by this crap.]

Got a light? [Just one night won't kill him, he thinks. And he doesn't expect to be doing this anytime soon in the foreseeable future.]

Anyway, keep your secrets for now, and you can surprise me later. More fun for the both of us, I think.

[He pulls out the small pink bic lighter and hands it to Toby, moving his legs out from underneath him and putting them across Toby's lap instead.]

My legs are dead. [He groans out the word as if it was actually killing him.] And I'm all about fun and surprises.

[He lights up before taking a hit and mouth-nose exhaling as he holds it out for Drew.

In an amused tone, ] Funny how I come over for dinner as a delivery boy who's now smoking your pot and offering a leg rub like some sort of house-call therapist.

Leg rub? [He perks up.] You could totally give me a leg rub. An' you're not a therapist, you're just a friend I totally wanna bang who happens to like stickin' his teeth in me.

Now that you mention it, I haven't exactly sunk my teeth into you just yet, have I? [With a smirk, ] Which means, what—do I work on the leg rub, feed you the pizza, or take my own dinner first?

You've gotta figure these things out. [He flaps a hand in the air.] Stoned Drew don't make decisions.

All right. [He repositions himself to give Drew a leg rub, and soon his hands are roving over and massaging Drew's muscles.] Let's get you good and comfy, shall we?

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WAIT WRONG THREAD

did i mess you up with the inclusion of the wolf bit?

yes we'll blame you

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